I grew up in a community called Estepona. I was 16 when one morning, Dad told me I could drive him into a 21 village called Mijas, on condition that I took the car in to be 22 at a nearby garage(修理站). I readily accepted. I drove Dad into Mijas, and 23 to pick him up at 4 pm, then dropped off the car at the 24 . With several hours to spare, I went to a theater. 25 , when the last movie finished, it was six. I was two hours late!
I knew Dad would be angry if he 26 I'd been watching movies. So I decided not to tell him the truth. When I 27 there I apologized for being late, and told him I'd 28 as quickly as I could, but that the car had needed some major repairs. I'll never forget the 29 he gave me.
"I’m disappointed you30 you have to lie to me, Jason." Dad looked at me again. "When you didn't 31 , I called the garage to ask if there were any 32 , and they told me you hadn't yet picked up the car." I felt 33 as I weakly told him the real reason. A34 passed through Dad as he listened attentively. "I'm angry with 35 . I realize I've failed as a father. I'm going to walk home now and think seriously about 36 I've gone wrong all these years." "But Dad, it's 18 miles!" My protests and apologies were 37 . Dad walked home that day. I drove behind him, 38 him all the way, but he walked silently.
Seeing Dad in so much 39 and emotional pain was my most painful experience. However, it was 40 the most successful lesson. I have never lied since.
